Here's to Love, a thing so divine,
Description makes it but the less;
'Tis what we feel but cannot define,
'Tis what we know but cannot express.
"To the Salad of Life.
"With its laughter and tears, its blessings and joys,
Its mixture of peace and of strife.
And may it be seasoned to each man's taste,
With plenty of love for its dressing,
And when we have eaten the last on the dish,
Let us hope it has proven a blessing."
"Clink, clink your glasses and drink!
Why should we trouble borrow?
Care not for sorrow,
A fig for the morrow!
Tonight let's be merry and drink!"
Here's to the prettiest,
Here's to the wittiest,
Here's to the truest of all who are true.
Here's to the neatest one,
Here's to the sweetest one,
Here's to them all in one—here's to you.